Page 22 of Shattered Dreams
“In the corner.” Storm choked out. Obviously, the bastard was attempting to not laugh.
“In the corner?” He could just imagine the fight who’d ever placed her there had undergone. “Shit. Take the phone to her.” He waited for Storm to take the phone to his wife. “Un-fucking-believable.”
A few moments later, he could hear Storm speaking softly, then Lizzie’s voice filled his ear. “Master?”
“Elizabeth.” He let her full first name sink in. He didn’t use it often, so when he did, she knew she was in trouble.
“It was an accident. I didn’t mean to flood the spa with bubbles. I thought one capful wouldn’t hurt but I spilled a bit more, and then Rainy and I got into a bubble throwing fight and…”
“Enough.” He gritted out, stopping her rambling explanation. “I don’t care what caused the incident. It doesn’t change the fact that you knowingly threw bubbles in Master Elliot’s face.”
“I…yes Master.”
“And we have rules about hitting Dominants, correct?”
“But I didn’t actually…” Her protest was weak.
“Intent, young lady. When you threw those bubbles were you mad?”
There was a long silence, before she answered. “Yes, Master.”
“And do we lash out at dominants when we’re angry?”
“No, Master.” She sounded like she was almost in tears, but he steeled himself against them.
“Then you know the consequences, Elizabeth. Master Elliot is within his rights to punish you. Give the phone back to Master Storm.”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice sounded subdued, just like it had the last time something like this had occurred.
A few seconds later Storm’s voice returned. “Yeah?”
“You know her limits. Talk it out with Master Elliot and decide on a suitable punishment. Make sure she gets aftercare.”
After a moment, Storm surprised him. “No, you talk to him. You’re her dominant. That’s your job.” Then he was gone, evidently not done with playing matchmaker, as he handed the phone off to Elliot.
“Maxwell.” Elliot’s voice washed over him, that hint of southern charm setting his nerve endings afire.
“Max.” He absently corrected. “Look, Lizzie is a handful and definitely needs to be punished for her actions…she’s been warned multiple times about throwing and hitting dominants. Usually, a spanking will put her to rights and…”
“Stop right there.” Elliot broke in. “This isn’t her first time hitting a dominant?”
Max sighed. “No. She’s a bit of a brat, and I always address it when it happens…”
“Obviously not well enough if she continues to do it.”
Max bristled. “She’s my submissive.”
“She’s a brat.” Elliot corrected. “One that needs to be reminded that actions have consequences.”
Through the phone, Max couldn’t see Elliot’s face, but somehow, he just knew that the man was frowning. It was enough to make him grit his teeth. As a club owner he knew and understood that what Lizzie had done couldn’t be tolerated, but as her dom he not always, but sometimes faltered, and she sometimes got away with murder because of his rare but occasional inconsistency. “Yes, she does.”
“Glad you agree.” Elliot sighed. “I didn’t want a relationship between us to start out like this, Maxwell. But I can’t let her actions go unchecked. She’ll never respect me as a top if I do.”
Max let his eyes drift shut. “I know. Punish her as you see fit. She uses the club safe words. I just ask that Storm be present since I can’t be.”
“Absolutely.” Elliot replied. “Any injuries or triggers I need to be aware of?”
“Her right knee gives her trouble sometimes and…” he blew out a deep breath. “She has scars on her inner arms and thighs. She’s a cutter and is very self-conscious of it.”
